Quotes About Hidden

I have this dream again and again: I find extra rooms in the place where I live. You could say it's a very New York dream, but I think it's about writing - the feeling that there is something behind a wall or a door.

It's the most extraordinary and saddest thing, the amount of talent out there not being seen.

Technology is usually there to let some process go on hidden in the background. For us on 'MythBusters,' we're always trying to make the process apparent. So, we have learned to try and never rely on a technological solution when an analogue one is in front of us.

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.

It's . . . it's in the apartment.

the Bible is about the mystery of the kingdom - a mystery that, by definition, is something well hidden and not at all likely to be grasped by plausibility-loving minds.

We struggle with, agonize over and bluster heroically about the great questions of life when the answers to most of these lie hidden in our attitude toward the thousand minor details of each day.

Your word I have hidden in my heart, that I might not sin against You. – Psalm 119:11

In Russia everything is a secret, but there is no secrecy.

The conclusion of both modern physics and depth psychology is that things are not what they seem. What we experience as normal reality—about ourselves and nature—is only the tip of an iceberg that arises out of an unfathomable abyss. Knowledge of this hidden realm is the province of the Magician, and it is through the Magician energy that we will come to understand our lives with a degree of profundity not dreamed of for at least a thousand years of Western history.

If you want to keep a big secret, disguise it as a boring and inconsequential secret rather then try to convince people it is not a secret at all.

Before our eyes, at least before mine (not hers, perhaps), everything was veiled in impenetrable darkness. It's the inner chambers, I thought, and I wasn't wrong, either. That's how it was, and my dear instructress seemed to be resolved to show me a world that had been hidden until now. But I must pause for breath.

What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others...And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.

unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.

That's one hell of a secret life you live, Miss Abigail.

There is nothing in the dark that isn't there when the lights are on.

All scheming princes must keep a few secrets.

Perhaps it was a knack that humans had, for cleaning up their untidy existences - a hidden survival weapon, like antibodies in the bloodstream.

This is why myth is experienced as innocent speech: not because its intentions are hidden—if they were hidden, they could not be efficacious—but because they are naturalised.

Confidentially I prefer not to have it known where I am.

I do not wish to have it known now or at any time.

I'd always been suspicious of unrelenting sunniness, what it must be working so hard to conceal.

What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach